The random (and I do mean random) musings of a foreign language professor that range from mundane to shocking, cloying to cold and distant, contented to disgruntled... (N.B. Posts may appear in English, Spanish, French, Welsh, Cornish, Breton or any combination thereof. Other languages may also appear from time to time)

dissabte, d’agost 18, 2007

The Penalty (English)

the dark nightthe cold hibernal windthe smell of frozen snow in my nostrilsthe moments fall in icey flakesthe warm days of my youth curl as autmunal leavesand yet I yearnand longthat some justice might visit my lonely courtRhiannon you have always been my guidewill you forsake me nowhave I not carried enough visitors on my backto lustto others' armsto self-fulfillmentto the graveyou toiled seven years in Arberthnow I enter my ninth in this place of servitudeand long and long so long have I waged wardo not warriors fight better when well-lovedwith a fellow soldier at their sideswas this not the way of Southern Barbarianswould I not be richer still with a strong back to my ownhowever now the sun has setand the dark half of my year clammers about my limbsinvading my entrails with wretched promisessomewhere in this darkness I shall meet Truthyet I would still have a small coal alight in snowy momentsthis quixotic desire envivifies meand so I move zombie-like in blind hopeacross deserted tundrauntil the hammer fallsonly once but decisivelyand I greet Orpheus' museas I have nearly every bridge I have crossedirreconcilibly on my own

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I'm a 39 year old college professor who teaches foreign language, linguistics and world literature in a small community college in Upstate New York. I have a special interest in Celtic languages and cultures. While the content of this blog in English, in addition, I'm happy to receive comments and reply in Welsh, French, Spanish and German.